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Ice Cream

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The time was four fifty-eight, two minutes until she got off work.  Gary had planned this out quite well, an action that for others would have been more of a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing.  No, not Gary, he preferred planning his moves carefully, much like in the games that was the idee fixe of his secret lifestyle.  However, this wasn't to say that he wasn't looking forward to a relaxing activity.  Hardly.   I relaxing venture was one of the very reasons why he had planned this out.

He looked again, and watched as the young woman was just now beginning to leave the organic food store that she worked at as a clerk.  Gary smiled softly, admiring Bessie.  They were... Pretty good friends, he guessed.  They knew each other well enough to share conversations and refer to each other by first name, but in his own opinion, they had gained enough experience to advance to the next stage in their relationship, even if in a small way.

"Hey there, Gary," Bessie smiled as she walked out of the glass doors that you had to push to open.  "Nice to see you out."

"Hello, Bessie." Gary smiled.  Her ever-relaxed stance was admirable.  Even though she was genetically disposed to having a natural plump figure, she didn't worry herself about it by wallowing in self-pity, nor did she starve herself into a silly state of anorexia.  She was content with her image, and how deftly she let any ill comments just go pass her without harming her at all.  Amazing.

"Uhm, say, Bessie," Gary continued, walking with Bessie.  "You know, I was gonna go down to this little place down the street and get some ice cream.  Wanna come? My treat."

"Hmmm..." Bessie checked the time on her phone, and paused a long moment before nodding.  "Sure. I reckon I got time."  Bessie smiled, that calm sweet smile with those deep, dreamy blue eyes.

"Excellent!" Gary smiled.  Just as planned, but still a pleasant surprise.  They walked down the sidewalk to the ice cream shop in silence- Bessie wasn't that much of a big talker, but that was fine.  She usually took her time to think out her thoughts, which was another one of the Southener's many likable traits.

Gary noticed that Bessie's bag had a picture of a cow on it.  Hmm. The girl seemed to have a unique fondness for the bovine animal.  Well, she did say that she grew up on a farm, so it probably had cows.  Gary looked up a little, wondering if he could make some sort of cow automaton for her.  Something small, like a baby calf.  The legs would be a bit weak (cows have weak knees), but he could easily work around that.  Then there's the matter of figuring out when would be the best time to give it to her, without making him seem like a creep or something.  Since, after all, in a place with lunatics like Gotham's, gifts like this had to be given at just the right time to avoid.... Negative connotations.

"Gary," Bessie said, bringing him out of his thoughts. Bessie chuckled, then said, "Gary, hun, we're here.  Ain't ya gonna walk in?"

"Oh, yes, of course," Gary replied, laughing to hide his slight embarrassment.  "Sorry, I was thinking."

"Ya always are, ain't ya?" Bessie smiled.

"... You could say that, I guess." Gary blinked.  The girl working at the ice cream counter was a skinny blonde with her hair pulled back in a ponytail.  Gary tried to swallow his disgust as he walked up to the skinny bitch to tell her their order.

"Ah-hem,"Gary coughed, clearing his throat.  "I want a double scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough.  And... What would you like, Bessie?"

"A small cup of strawberry would be fine," Bessie commented.

"And what my friend said," Gary added, nodding and turning his head back to the blonde.

"Ma'am, do you want regular or low-fat?" The blonde behind the counter asked.  "We have both."

Gary held back the urge to punch the girl in the teeth. How dare she ask something like that to Bessie!? Damn those skinny bitches, even out of high school they think they could still taunt others by saying things that way!  Instead, he bit his lip, holding back the  intense desire to act out.  No, he shouldn't, he didn't have the right dice on him for these sorts of things.

"Nah, regular's fine," Bessie smiled, seemingly ignoring the implied insult.  "Low-fat has no flavor to it."

Gary smirked to himself. Take that, silly blonde icecream worker.  Your insult attack has been reflected.  That small personal victory seemed to add more flavor to his ice cream, and Bessie ate her ice cream with the same delicate and slow pace as they took a seat in the little store.

"So, you like strawberry?" Gary asked, trying to make conversation.

"Favorite taste," Bessie smiled after a pause of reflection.  "Plus, there used to be a big strawberry patch near my home when I was little, so it kinda reminds me of home."

"Cool," Gary nodded, trying to keep the icecream from dribbling onto his hand.  "You're pretty far from your family, aren't you?"

"Yep,"  Bessie nodded.  "They live out in the country.  And I reckon they're still keeping the family farm runnin' good an well, what with my older brothers lendin' them a good hand."

"Huh, lucky." Gary smiled, chuckling a little.  "I still live with my mom.  She's a bit annoying at times."

"Naw, yer mom's just keepin' an eye out for ya," Bessie shook her head.  "After all, she's your mother.  That's their job."

"... Good point." Gary nodded. Though, honestly, she had no idea how annoying and embarrassing the woman was, for all he depended on her.  Hell, if he brought her home,  she'd probably assume that they were dating and ask if they were engaged yet. Sheesh, but it'd be best to just not mention that for now.

After all, he wanted to make a good impression on this very interesting and-in his opinion- rather attractive girl.  Plus, a chocolate chip was about to fall onto the table.

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Meanwhile, over at the frozen yogurt place, Ying hurried over to the table outside, with the blue parasol.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Bessie, I was held up at the post office over somethi-" Ying was saying, but then noticed her friend not sitting there. Which was quite odd, since Bessie was usually the one who got there first, and she had never missed a Frozen Yogurt Friday.  And even if she did, Bessie would have told her about the delay.  But why this Friday, when she was actually a bit stressed about things and in need of her friend's calming nature?

Ying's shoulders in disappointment as she tried to figure out why her friend was missing.
Oneshot requested by the ever-delightful ~yourhoshi, the deal was when she put up Gary's introductory oneshot, I'd write a little story about him taking Bessie out for ice cream.

They complement each other very well, actually. Both having been made to serve rather silly purposes, they have a few things in common following that vein.

And, in case you could sense from the writing, yes, they are a confirmed shipping couple; in fact, Yoru suggested the pairing, mentioning how Gary 'likes girls with a little more fluff' X3 X3 And really, they'll make a cute couple once they really get together (which would be assumedly some time after this oneshot)

Feel free to call the pairing by the nickname DungeonMaid, cause that's just cute. X3 Gwaaah I love this pairing I love this pairing

Ahem, but anyways, this was a blast to write, because Yoru is just my favorite person to write for, although I'm more than happy to write requests for anyone that has a good enough idea. :3

Gary Myers alias "The DungeonMaster" belongs to :iconyoruhoshi:

Bessie Oriel alias "The MilkMaid" belongs to me!
© 2011 - 2024 a-little-odd
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This is a cute little one-shot. DungeonMaid is such a cute coupling, MeiMei. I have the same taste in women as Gary